The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

The boatman was immediately flattered, and couldn't help but be overjoyed when he took the money, and bowed down again and again: "Thank you, sir!"

At this time, he still doesn't know Yan Song's identity. If he knew, he would probably be pleasantly surprised or terrified.

Yan Song boarded the [Meixiang Building], and Jin Yiwei behind him looked confused and wailed in his heart: "My money."

As soon as I entered the Meixiang Building, I saw that it was very lively inside. Nie Yinniang, the only woman, frowned, but Gai Nie was drinking by himself, leisurely.

Yan Song and the others were extraordinary, they attracted a lot of attention as soon as they entered.

The old bustard came over to greet her: "Oh, gentlemen, you are so unfamiliar..."

Yan Song interrupted with a wave of his hand: "I just heard Miss Li Xiangjun's singing 237, and I really like it, so I came here for her."

The old bustard said embarrassedly: "Master, there are too many people meeting Xiangjun today..."

At this time, Yan Song directly threw a bunch of banknotes over, and those 100 denomination banknotes blinded the madam.

The old bustard smiled with a crippled face, and said, "Masters, this way please!"

Lead Yan Song to the second floor.

Ge Nie shook his head: "I'm not interested."

Nie Yinniang also shook her head and did not follow.

Jin Yiwei guarded the door, and finally Yan Song entered Li Xiangjun's room.The layout of one bedroom and one living room, the windows and doors are close to the Qinhuai River.

At this time, Yan Song happened to see Li Xiangjun lying on the railing, staring blankly at the Qinhuai River.Wearing an emerald green skirt, a red jacket, and a crown of jade-carved apricot flowers, half of her pretty face is exposed, but not fully displayed, which is even more imaginative.

The old bustard was about to reprimand Li Xiangjun for neglecting the guests, but was interrupted by Yan Song waving: "You go out."

The bustard smiled apologetically, then closed the door and went out.

Yan Song looked at Li Xiangjun's room very curiously. The paintings, calligraphy and antiques are well-furnished, and there is a fresh atmosphere, not like the dusty atmosphere of a brothel at all. .

Chapter 137 Talking all night [4]

Yan Song looked around and was finally attracted by a large banner hanging on the front wall. This is a picture of "Dawn of the Cold River". On the Qingjiang River filled with cold and snow, a lone boat floats in the middle of the river, the sky is blue, The water is vast and the people are few.

There is also a poem inscribed: "The rustling westerly wind is far away from the sky, and the mountains and rivers are picturesque hanging in the mirror. I don't know where Yanbosou is, and the sunrise is calling for fishing boats."

"Good painting! Good painting!"

Yan Song couldn't help but like it.

Although he doesn't know how to appreciate paintings, he feels that this painting is very suitable for him.Sometimes works of art are like this, like certain songs, which I don’t understand at all, but I just think it sounds good.

Yan Song glanced at the four corners of the painting, but there was no signature.

"There is no signature, so it is not from the hands of famous masters?"

At this time, Yan Song's attention also brought Li Xiangjun back to his senses.

A pair of beauty~Looking at Yan Song, he said softly: "The guest likes this painting?"

Yan Song nodded: "I don't know who did it?"

Li Xiangjun didn't answer, "I don't know what the guest likes?"

Yan Song smiled: "I don't understand painting skills, but I can see a distant and indifferent artistic conception from this painting. Although I can't do it, I am very yearning for it."

What Yan Song said was the truth, what he hoped was that after he made arrangements for the world, he could step back and watch the world with a calm smile.This painting may suit his state of mind, so he fell in love with it inexplicably.

Li Xiangjun's eyes lit up, and he said shyly: "This painting is the work of a little girl's graffiti, it's not worth mentioning."

"Ah?" Yan Song was taken aback. He didn't expect that Li Xiangjun is only 16 years old now, so immature and tender, he can create such poetic and charming poems and paintings, which is really impressive.Moreover, this kind of mentality feels very mature. Could it be that women in ancient times matured so quickly?

Li Xiangjun sighed: "Before this, there was a young master who, like the guest, also liked this painting〃."

Yan Song became interested: "Tell me, who is it?"

Li Xiangjun said sadly: "His name is Hou Fangyu."

"Who?" Yan Song frowned.

Li Xiangjun didn't look at Yan Song, so he didn't know Yan Song's expression at this time, and said still: "Mr. Hou Fangyu, the son of the current servant of the household department."

Yan Song's heart was shocked, and there was a feeling of discomfort in his heart.This Hou Fangyu and Yan Song knew that he was a virtuous person like Qian Qianyi.

Yan Song hates cynicism, but there is another kind of scholar Yan Song hates even more, that is, Qian Qianyi, a scholar who is so righteous that he kneels and licks as soon as the Qing army arrives.And Hou Fangyu is exactly this kind of person.

In the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, Hou Fangyu was a major "characteristic". The sentence "The two dynasties should promote Mr. Hou, and forbear to say Li Xiang to the peach blossoms." It can be said that Hou Fangyu's shamelessness has been exhausted.

However, Yan Song just talked about the painting without saying anything, but continued to chat about the painting, and then chatted about some knowledge. After all, Yan Song respected this woman, so the chat was very casual, from different places, and then we talked about the capital, and then we talked about Shandong.

After all, Nanjing is still too comfortable, so Li Xiangjun doesn't know what's going on outside.

"Isn't it? There are so many people in the capital... 100 million... Nanjing is only less than 40, and the residents are only 30..."

"Yes, there are more and more people, and the pressure on water transportation is also increasing." Yan Song sighed.

Then when we talked about the construction of a new city in the capital, Yan Song picked out some of them, and of course there was no pretense (no wonder).

After Li Xiangjun heard this, his big eyes widened and he was very cute: "I didn't expect this Yan Song to be quite powerful, but he came up with such a method. He really doesn't look like a treacherous minister."

"That's right, I admire Mr. Yan Ge." Yan Song blushed slightly, a little boastful and weird, but I have to say that the feeling of being admired by a Li Xiangjun is quite cool.

Then when we talked about Shandong, Li Xiangjun was greatly surprised by the Confucian Mansion: "I thought the Confucian Mansion should be the home of a sage, a model of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but I didn't expect it to be so abominable."

Yan Song smiled: "I went all the way south, and most of the things I saw were like this, especially the scholars, who were full of benevolence and morality, but they did the same thing as Qian Qianyi."